My Husband Made Me Host His Birthday Party with My Arm Broken – So I Taught Him a Lesson He’ll Never Forget

I broke my arm the day before my husband’s big birthday party, and his only concern was how it would affect his celebration. I still made sure the party happened—but not in the way he expected.

I broke my arm because my husband, Jason, wouldn’t shovel the snow.

That’s not a metaphor. That’s exactly what happened.

The night before his birthday weekend, I was standing by our front door, staring at the porch steps.

Thin ice was already forming.

“Jason,” I said, “it’s getting icy. Can you please shovel and salt before bed? I don’t want to fall.”

He didn’t even look up from his phone.

“I’ll do it later,” he muttered.

He sighed like I was ruining his life.

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